Jack made no sound, nor any attempt to stop me. He had learned to accept my corrections. This time, I got a chance to watch his sexy little butt che...ks turn slowly from white to pink to red. When I released him, he stayed in the position for several minutes, panting and treating me to a wonderful sight without the bother of paying attention to my strokes. When I peeked under him, I noticed his tiny little balls were as pink as his bottom. He was stiff as well. I realized that he was just. " “We need to help you relax,” Red kneeled beside him and her hands encompassed Len’s cock and balls. Emily added, “I think I can help with that,” her short legs straddled Len, her thick lips met his and Red guided his re-surging cock into Emily’s pussy. Len had enjoyed the company of two women a couple times previously but, never two as insatiable as Red and Emily. He knew he couldn’t satisfy them even if there was three of him. Len resigned himself to doing the best he could. The girls. We played a few rounds uneventfully, cracking jokes about who got fucked by who. Capt H said she was getting uncomfortably hot in her thick sweater, and said what happens in this office was to stay here. We all agreed and she pulled off the sweater, saying what she had done was totally against the regs as she had sewed a blouse coller onto her sweater so she didn't have to wear the full blouse. Well now she was sitting there in only a bra with swells of black boobs about to burst the seams of. It sounds exotic but it’s not. Dad would drone on about how he literally got on a plane, flew somewhere, touched down, got in a car, drove to either a consulate, an embassy, or in some of the really poor and small countries, the personal residence of the ambassador, drop a bag off, pick up another one and get right back in the car, straight back to the airport and on another plane. He never looked in the bag, and he wasn’t supposed to. That was it. No spy missions, no exotic women, no shootouts.